In the seventh year of Zhenghe, the fifteenth day of the first month, the night of the first year.

Tokyo Bianliang, official edict: According to the Tokyo style, no one can do it all night, thirteen to seventeen, put the lights on for five days, and enjoy with the people.

After the thirteenth and fourteenth night of foreplay, the strange lanterns offered by the state capitals have also been built, in front of the Xuande Gate, the Aoshan with the four big characters of "Zhengtongren" on the book, is several zhang high, and the lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month ushered in the climax.

In front of the house, the lantern shed is tied, and the lights are hung, shining like the white sun; From Xuanhua Gate to Xuande Gate, the inner and outer cities are connected together, and the six streets and three cities are crowded, and the traffic is busy, so it is not lively.

It is the fire up and down the platform, and the cars and horses come and go to see people.

In the imperial city, there are even more flowers, heaven and earth.

Xiangyun dragon and phoenix, Rui haze covers the dragon tower. Liu's tile mandarin ducks, turtle back curtains hanging jade. Zhengyang Gate leads to the ecliptic, and the end of the long hall arches the purple wall. The armillary sphere occupies the stars, and the class of the hospital is divided into civil and military. The walls are coated with pepper powder, and the green willows are flying; The hall is surrounded by railings, and clusters of purple flowers greet the steps.

Suspected of being on Penglai Island, it seems to be a fugue in the sky.

There are a total of 24 classes inside and outside the forbidden army, with 57,800 people in the general category, each of whom is given a collar of clothes, a branch of green leaves and golden flowers, a small gold medal on it, chiseled with the words "happy with the people", scattered all kinds, and listened to and watched anytime and anywhere.

Bianliang, Tokyo, a city that never sleeps, from the emperor and officials to the peddlers' pawns, does not seem to be affected by the erosive situation outside the city.

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At the intersection of Bianhe Street and Yujie, there is a quaint three-story restaurant.

The pillars on both sides of the restaurant are engraved with a couplet: Life is short and expensive, and there is no need to be old and hateful.

The plaque hanging above the gate is carved with three thin gold characters: Yingshui Pavilion.

Yingshui Pavilion has been open for one year, with the long-sleeved good dancing of the young proprietor in the restaurant, and greeting from all sides, it has become a place for the secret meeting of dignitaries and nobles in Bianliang City, a place for Qing guests and literati to be vassals and elegant, and a place for foreign officials to stay in Beijing.

In the Yingshui Pavilion, at this time, people from all walks of life gathered together, chatting about the world, and depicting the scene of the lantern festival vividly.

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"The nine-colored neon lights offered by Jiangnan this time are beautiful, and the view makes people's hearts sway."

"The nine-colored neon lights are not the most beautiful, if they are beautiful, they have to be the eight treasures splendid plastic lanterns sent by Chengdu Prefecture."

"If you want me to say that the jade shed of Laizhou is better, the exquisite Jiuhua lantern is better, and the upper and lower bodies are ninety-nine eighty-one, which is extremely exquisite."

"But you have missed it, if you talk about gorgeous, solemn, which lamp can compare to the front of Xuande Gate, that by the Ministry of Industry craftsmen carefully framed for several months, on the book 'political communication people' four big characters of Aoshan."

"It is extremely extreme, and only this Ao Mountain can show the prosperity of our Great Song Dynasty."

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But listening to the sound of drinking and playing downstairs, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras coming from the teahouse on the street, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers on the palace wall, the hustle and bustle of the Shangyuan Night, in a private room on the second floor of the Yingshui Pavilion, a middle-aged scribe felt that he was so incompatible with this Bianliang City.

The heart that once served the country with fists and fists gradually died completely in this group of drunken gold fans.

The middle-aged scribe frowned, and sighed with a sad face: "The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river!" ”

"The poem of Fan Chuan is suitable for today's Bianliang City; If it weren't for Xiao Yi, who had also seen the suffering of the people in the world, he had seen a lot of flowers and brocades in Bianliang City in the past year, and he was afraid that he would have been corroded cleanly. ”

A young man dressed in brocade clothes pushed open the door of the private room, slowly walked to the middle-aged scribe and sat down, and took the words playfully at the corner of his mouth.

But seeing that this young man is more than six feet tall, twenty-two or three years old, with three teeth covering his mouth and thin hair, a very thin waist and broad shoulders, his lips are painted with Zhu, his eyes are like paint, and his face is like a pile of Qiong, but he is born with a good skin.

This person is none other than Zhu Biao who was sent to Bianliang a year ago to collect information about the DPRK and China, embroidered clothes to make Qinglong, and the prodigal son - Yanqing.

The middle-aged scribe sitting opposite him came to Beijing to report on his work, and he just arrived at Yanggu County in Bianliang yesterday, Wu Zhi.

"The long wife rests to hide her tears and mourn the difficulties of people's livelihood."

Wu Zhi sighed again and said: "All roads in the world of the Great Song Dynasty are like a mess, but in this Bianliang City, there is a scene of drunken life and dreams of death, which makes people's hearts extremely sad!" ”

"Brother Wu Zhi doesn't need to be so emotional, this Great Song Dynasty has rotted from the roots, and for you, the Yanggu County Order, you have done a very good job." Yan Qing comforted when she heard this.

"But it's Wu who is moaning without illness, don't talk about this."

Wu Zhi rolled up his sleeves and asked with a straight face, "Brother Xiaoyi, what's going on?" ”

"Mr. Wen's letter and Liu Gongquan's edict were personally sent to Mr. Cai's house by the younger brother, but Mr. Cai said that he wanted to see his brother first before deciding whether to help."

After Yan Qing finished speaking, she let out a long sigh, her brows furrowed slightly, and she seemed to stop talking.

Seeing him like this, Wu Zhi couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Xiao Yi, is there anything else that has changed?" ”

"There are no other changes, only the younger brother saw that Mr. Cai today, he is already an old dragon clock, the image of the wind candle in his old age, I am afraid that his life will not be long." Yan Qing snorted.

When Wu Zhi heard this, his face froze, and after a while, his resentment turned into a lament, and he said with a bitter face: "But it's not that God has no eyes, let that treacherous minister live in the temple as a blessing, but Bachelor Cai, a pillar of the country, has to end up depressed." ”

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In the middle of the moon, the huge Bianliang City is still full of people, singing and dancing, the lights of the Yuan Night, like a dream, will shine the whole Bianliang City as bright as day.

The lights of the six streets and three markets are brilliant, folk artists from all walks of life are performing hard, and there are musicians from the teaching workshop to lead the singing.

On the Bianhe River, all over the building boat painting boat, there is a Shangyuan poetry meeting held on it, talented and beautiful, guests gathered.

In the imperial city, Zhao Guan's family feasted and rewarded the ministers, luxurious, drank jade liquid elixir, ate delicacies, rewarded the goddess danced, listened to the beautiful sound, and sang the peace of the world.

Precisely:

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

More blows down, stars like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

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Only all over the world, on this Shangyuan night, it is not as peaceful as Tokyo Bianliang.

In the north of the Great Song Dynasty, Wanyan Aguta was reviewing the three armies, preparing for the battle of attacking Liao after the ice and snow melted in a month or two;

In the land south of the Yangtze River, the banner of Manichaeism has been planted more and more widely and densely;

In Huaixi, Hebei Province, more and more people who have lost their livelihoods choose to join it.

Liangshan is watery, the waves are mysterious, bottomless, silent, quietly waiting for its owner.

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